if you want a nice body, go get it. if you want to become a lawyer, study your ass off. if you want nice hair, pick a style and get it done. stop being afraid and motivate yourself. find yourself. find your happiness, because it’s out there waiting for you.
We were sleeveless daughters once in the sleet nights of the wild fields, smokes and talk, eyelids stained, in the spunout drives, riding suicide, in the chardark, in the moonlight. There was hiding coughing— do not make a sound— inhale a puff of a poison, did the coffin slam shut? Rubbing off fingernail color, reciting “touché le table”— fingers ginger on the lacquered wood, tapping sendoffs to the ones who wore the coveralls.
What about his knocktooth kissing? What could we say?
You are too soon to forget the swelling from the cold lick of indigo light, bellies burned by mowed lawns, by the not yet sun. We wore bikinis and felt like flamingos— long-legged and lost.
You could say we were this: we were on a cusp." - Elizabeth Mikesch (via crookednose)
I once told a joke about a straight person.
They came after me in droves.
Each one singing the same:
Don’t fight fire with fire.
What they mean is: Don’t fight fire with anything.
Do not fight fire with water.
Do not fight fire with foam.
Do not evacuate the people.
Do not sound the alarms.
Do not crawl coughing and choking and spluttering to safety.
Do not barricade the door with damp towels.
Do not wave a white flag out of the window.
Do not take the plunge from several storeys up.
Do not shed a tear for your lover trapped behind a wall of flame.
Do not curse the combination of fuel, heat, and oxygen.
Do not ask why the fire fighters are not coming.
When they say: Don’t fight fire with fire.
What they mean is: Stand and burn." - Stand and Burn by Claudia Boleyn. (via claudiaboleyn)